I sat outside in the dark holding Keshawn last night. The moon was just rising in front of me; large, round and glowing with that beautiful yellow/orange of the harvest moon. I would point and say “moon” and he would lift his little finger and point in the general direction of the moon, with an occasion course adjustment from me.
I told him that while we were watching the moon rise, a little boy in China was beginning a new day. And then I began to pray for that little boy, my new son.
I wait, and pray; look at his picture and wonder. I feel scared...we’ve never adopted an older child before.
The paper work seems to be snail pacing along. We may have to ask for an extension because getting the medicals for a family of 12 is no small feat. We need a family picture too...for the dossier. I’m not sure how to get it. All the children need to look nice and do we use a timer and hope it works?
More time waiting; praying.
And the money...
really does anything need to be said. I know we have done this a few times before, and the LORD does provide!!! Still, well, I just don’t know how it is going to work.
So I wait, and pray.
The children and I are restudying China. We made paper cut designs, and paper lanterns. I’m thinking I really ought to start learning some of those “Chinese For Adoptive Parents” language phrases soon. And the mound of adoptive books and home work that we need to do to meet the adoptive requirements for this adoption...well, it feels like a mountain. But he is work it!!
As I pray and wait. I can’t get my mind off him. I guess this is love.